Burning the Alpha

Burning the Alpha

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I met him on a Tuesday. It should have been as mundane as all the Tuesdays that came before it, but I knew it would be trouble the moment he locked eyes with me. He burst past his two companions to grab hold of my wrist and growl a single word: "Mine." Not being a huge fan of being claimed as property, I heated my wrist up until he yelped in pain and yanked his hand back. "Oh, that looks painful." I feigned concern. "Come with me to the kitchen, so I can help you sort it out." I led him to the kitchen, and closed the doors for a bit more privacy before turning to him. "What are you?" He asked, a mix of what I'm sure was awe and horror in his voice. "You first." I said, putting my hands on my hips. "Werewolf." As if he needed to prove it, he held his burnt hand out towards me so I could watch it slowly heal. "Huh...well...that tracks..." "And you?" He pressed. "I can assure you, you've never heard of me." Because neither had I...
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